I get migraines sometimes. I assume they come from the migraine fairy, so I've written her a poem below:
Dear Migraine Fairy,
Why you gotta be such a bitch?
Seriously, what's your problem?
When the tooth fairy comes,
she leaves a little quarter
When the Prostitute fairy comes,
a sugary bag of syphilis.
But when you stop by,
you pull the broomstick outta your b*tt
then whack me over the eye till I look like Sloth from the Goonies.
Seriously, I hope you die of wing cancer.
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